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"How did that bastard even get into this fucking school?" I mumbled to myself.
                          
"What did you say?" I whipped my head around to see an angry ash blonde looking back at me.
                          
"I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about that green haired fuck over there."
                          
"You know Deku?"
                          
"Deku? Is that what you call him?"
                          
"Yeah. So how do you know him?"
                          
"Let's just say we go way back. I hate that little shit."
                          
"Huh, you and I may just get along then. I hate him too."
                          
I reach my hand out to him and he takes it.
                          
"(Y/N) Kayama."
                          
"Katsuki Bakugo."
                          
He releases my hand and we walk behind the rest of our class back to the locker rooms to change. 
                          
"Momo, your quirk is really impressive!"
                          
"Thanks (Y/N)! It can be quite useful at times. I didn't see much of yours though."
                          
"It's not as flexible as yours. I couldn't really use it on any of the test much."
                          
"So what is it?"
                          
"Oh, um... well, I can produce flames."
                          
"That's awesome!"
                          
"Thanks, it was the only thing I got from my father. The nice thing is that it's more powerful than his. I can't produce flames off of my body, I can only shoot it out of my mouth, but once it's been produced, I can wield it to do anything I want, even hold it."
                          
"Ok, that's cool. Hi, my names Kyoko Jiro."
                          
"Hi! (Y/N), Nice to meet ya."
                          
"We should be getting back to the classroom, Mr. Aizawa did tell us to be quick." We all agreed and then walked to the classroom. Somehow we beat all the boys back and Aizawa was in the corner in his sleeping bag.
                          
The final bell rang and everyone started packing their bags.
                          
"(Y/N)!" I looked behind me and my mom was leaning up against the wall. I then heard the voice of a purple haired freak behind me.
                          
"Whoa, it's Midnight. She has the hottest bod out of all the pro's." I whipped around and glared the little pervert in the eyes. I then spit fire into my hand and held it there.
                          
"You should really think before talking about my Mother like that." The fire disappeared from my hand and I looked at it puzzled. The little freak ran away and I looked back at my Mother, seeing Aizawa standing next to her.
                          
"Watch your temper before you burn the school down."
                          
"Can I have my quirk back 'dad'?"
                          
"I can see she still has her temper?"
                          
"We're working on it. It's mostly just her protectiveness of me when people talk about me."
                          
"I'm right here you know." I turned towards my desk and sat down. I started packing up my stuff since the quirk testing had taken all day. I stood up and walked to the front where my mom was and we walked out to her car.
                          
"So how was your first day?" She smiled at me as she started the car.
                          
"He's in my class mom."
                          
"Who are you talk..." She looked at me stunned, finally realizing what I was saying. "But how? He's never showed signs of a quirk?"
                          
"He has one now, I saw it today during class."
                          
"it's... it's impossible." She pulled out of the parking lot and we were silent all the way home.
                          
I went straight to my room and sat down at my desk. I pulled at the top drawer and grabbed a small notebook. I flipped through the pages until I found a small photo of a young man.
                          
You bastard... why did you leave us... 
                          
I threw the photo onto the desk and got up. I walked over to my bed, undressing at the same time. I got into bed and covered my head with the covers. I soon drifted to sleep and didn't wake up til the next morning.